As for what became of Noddy and his cronies, they neither knew nor cared. The bully and his conspirators had disappeared, and were doubtless seeking shelter for the night.
“We caught them just in time,” remarked Jerry, as they sat in the cabin of the Comet. “A hundred miles more and they would have been over the canyon of the Colorado. Then they might have reached Snake Island, and it would have been all up with our chances.”
“But now we’ll get ahead of him,” declared Bob.
“If Noddy doesn’t do something else,” spoke Jerry.
They spent the rest of the afternoon in taking apart the Chaser for transportation back to Denver aboard the Comet. Then they went to bed, tired out from the day’s chase.
By pushing the Comet to her limit, and by making an early start, our friends were able to reach Denver the next night. Mr. Montrose was exceedingly glad to see them, and he and his wife and little girl listened with interest to the account of the adventures of the motor boys in the chase after Noddy.
As for Professor Snodgrass, he was so busy classifying and making notes of the specimens he had caught, that it is doubtful if he heard much of what Jerry and his chums said.
“And what are you going to do next?” asked Mr. Montrose, as the boys finished telling him they had brought his aeroplane back on their own craft.
“Start for the Grand Canyon as soon as we can,” replied Jerry.